Some good advice given above.

I would say that the fact that you evidently want to rescue the relationship, would definitely suggest that it is salvageable :-)

I am in work tomorrow too.

However I have made the executive decision not to do anything that could be considered to be at all constructive :D

Poke them in the eye.

Working.

Then Mr Mule is working in the evening, so I’ll probably be going along since he’ll be local.

I’d rather have an evening at home with a bottle of wine TBH – but not on my own.

Roast pork sandwices. Mmmmmm (drools)

Now the tree is up, it seems to be being ignored.

Retreiving the baubles from Evil Black Cat Mk II in order to get them onto the tree however….

He is obviously feeling fully recovered from his Salmonella incident. The little sodlet :D

Well, I am in the office.

Although the absence of students is making today a much nicer day than usual!

Welcome to the world Luca :-)

Beef, or Goose.

Simple!

I have bought Mr Mule a kettle :-)

I will be venturing out to a gig at which Mr Mule is playing. Fortunately it’s at a private do, so hopefully violence should be kept to a minimum….

I have lived with depression and anxiety for over twenty lears now.

The one lesson that I can tell everyone is that you CAN beat it.

I can’t lie – it is not easy, in fact it is probably one of the hardest things to do because it requires a profound shift in thinking and self-awareness, and it is really really hard work.

However, eventually you can get to a point where you recognise that “the problem” (as I refer to it – Time Bandits style) is creeping up again, and you get early enough warning to stamp on it and get it sorted before it takes a real hold.

Keep your chins up everyone. It’s Bastard hard work, but it can be beaten!

So so so so SO many things.

Physics is top of the list.

A couple of years ago Mr Mule Senior gave Mrs Mule Senior a toilet seat and a blot for the bathroom door for Christmas.
Fortunately she has a good sense of humour and laughed about it for about two hours. Although, to be fair, he had also bought her a very large emerald pendant necklace – which I sould imagine softened the blow slightly.

I bought a British made car once.

Shame that the engine seemed to have been made of cheese instead of metal… :-(

Home made sloe gin. Yum.

Like :D

My cats never used to stop the dog going through doors. They used to yell at the dog until he got up and opened the doors for them :D

Ra Ra Rasputin – Boney M

That could have been a child’s face.

Also, accidents involving the Alfas frequently involved the unforeseen dissipation of critical mechanical parts

:lol:

I’m doing a degree with the OU (although the fee increases have not made me a happy bunny), and I am enjoying it – although motivation to study is not always easy to find when you work full time.

I’m on the top floor of a seven storey building and to be honest I am not really appreciating the way that it is shaking and wobbling. The sounds of tortured metal are causing me some concern as well….

Blimey.

Hope Ollie gets better soon. Fingers crossed.

PS – 3 dead rats lined up on the kitchen floor this morning. Evil Black Cat Mk I (AKA Basement Cat, AKA Nails, AKA ****bag) obviously back to his old self…..

What happens when you need to go to the loo?

“Do the two of you have enough time with each other alone, and when neither of you are tired/stressed/drunk?”

Probably the most important question to ask.

From personal experience I can assure you that any chair will suffice for playing the guitar badly.

LOL at Cloudnine – but I have my own pets to do that. I remember getting up one morning a couple of years ago to hear a strange meeping noise, only to find Stupid Black Cat Mk II stuck at the top of the tree looking like the world’s furriest and most retarded fairy…..

Each to their own, but I would be seriously pissed off if the OH did that.

Can you afford it? If you can then she shouldn’t really object. If you can’t, then she is entitled to be unimpressed.

It is a sad but unavoidable fact that the older you get, the more uncool your taste in music becomes. Nobody knows why this happens, but it is unavoidable.

You will know when this has happened, as one of your parents will suddenly pipe up that they quite like whatever it is that you happen to be listening to :D

NB – this happened to me recently, although I suspect that my mother is simply being perverse in liking Aerosmith and Nick Cave.

The list is just too long to type.

Mr Mule was a Christmas Day baby. It;s a bit of a pain, but I always make sure that we have his birthday in the morning (well, OK, early afternoon), before we do any Christmas things. I also always make sure that he has Birthday presents and Christmas presents – in different paper.

Costly though!

I need one of those.

She then wound her window down and started screaming at me for having the wrong look on my face whilst acknowledging her thanks.

Sorry about that – wrong time of the month and all that….. :oops:

Get the butler to do it :D

OK. The OH and I are in agreement, and are currently looking for a set of steelies to have the aforementioned winter tyres fitted to.

Just one question,

Do you think this might be a tad too much?

Take an angry tiger with you.

Mmmmmm…… (drools)

What a silly question to ask when Terry Pratchett has a new book out!